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Baby Guinea pig
Honey your breakfast is ready , you’re going to be late,
You’re gonna miss the school bus , you know that he won’t wait,
Moma, Gigi is missing I can’t find her anywhere,
Please search in my room She must still be in there,
Honey just eat your breakfast, Gigi will be Ok,
I’ll find her when I clean upstairs, I’ll do your room today,
But Moma she’s probably lost and scared, searching to find me,
Couldn’t I please just skip school, I love her don’t you see,
Honey she’s just a Guinea pig, out having a lotta fun,
When she’s down stairs playing, you know she loves to run,
Hey there’s your bus, grab your back pack in the hall,
And when I find your baby Gigi, I promise, I will call,
Hello, honey I’ve got good news, little Gigi has been found,
I think that she was giving you, that ol’playful runaround,
Oh thank you, thank you Moma, I was afraid till now,
Something may have got her, outta my room some how,
Moma just pet and preen her, I know she’ll think you’re meaner,
Honey I’ll do it just as soon as I get her outta the vacuum cleaner!
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It was the Hoover Caper!
As I read the title, I thought you were going to write a poem about babies being used as guinea pigs. Now that would make a funny poem… I think? ;-)
Ron